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✨Comfort in His Arms✨

A/N: This is really just a little Drabble about being comforted in Joel’s arms and being deeply loved by him. It’s so soft, and I really needed this lately, and I hope it will bring comfort to all my lovely friends on here 🥹

Summary: A little Drabble about enjoying the sunrise while you’re being comforted and held by Joel. Soft, gentle, warm. He’s your forever.

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Word Count: 767

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Your eyes peel open, marble sun bursts fading through the sheer curtains. Shades of gold and orange painting the tan walls as wafts of fresh brewed coffee and clean soap surround you. You rock gently in the wooden rocking chair, the one you always found so comforting in this house. Except you’re not alone, not even in your own house. No. You’re with Joel. In his arms, in his house, in his chair. Your favorite place is all three of those wrapped up into one. Anything that’s his is.

Still. It’s so still outside, quiet as you slowly rock back and forth in the wooden rocking chair. His chair. Art he made with his own strong hands. He was always so crafty, so talented, so good at everything he made. But that wasn’t all he was good at. He was also good at comforting you, enveloping you in his entire broad being as he made every day a comfort day for you.

It’s like you’re in your own little bubble. The outside world completely nonexistent when you’re in his house, in his arms, in his lap, in his chair. It’s your own little heaven, a forever paradise where you want to continue to stay for the rest of your days.

Warm. He’s so warm, as warm as the sun’s blazing rays. Fiery, intense, blinding, just like his passion for you is.

Safe. Dispelling all forms of worry, stress, or fears. He’s a safe haven, a towering fortress that blankets you in his strong arms. Safe. That’s where you feel it most. In his arms.

Soft. He’s so soft as his calloused fingers trail down your sun kissed arms, his fingers running slowly through your thick hair like silk on the tip of your skin.

Gentle. The way he kisses you gently on the forehead, trailing his salt and pepper scruff carefully over your jawline as you breathe him in. Coffee and mahogany dancing over your senses as you breathe him deep. And then it’s only him in your system, always just him. Dwindling down to connect with every fiber of your being, tugging on your heart strings as it beats only for him.

It’s only him. It’s always just been him. Joel, Joel, Joel. Your infinite sunlight that continues to surround you and bathe you in glistening warmth. And all you see is him, those deep brown eyes that sink through you like raindrops pounding on the lake, pulling you under as you drown in him again and again and again. Infinite. He is infinite, forever.

You slowly rock in the chair, your body wrapped around his as he holds you close in his lap, his calloused fingers running slowly through your hair, down your arms, trailing over your silky lips. He’s everywhere, a complete blanket of warmth, your comfort, exactly what you need now.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers as he kisses the top of your head and pulls you tighter against his broad chest. “Such a sweet girl, darlin’. You’re so beautiful,” he slurs, sleep coating over his deep drawl as you breathe him in deep and slow.

You hug your arms around him, hooking your fingers into his soft blue flannel as his large hand rubs slow circles down your back. “Ain’t nobody gonna harm you, angel. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby girl.”

His words carry around the room, a promise he’ll never let anything hurt you again. This is the place you can release all your worries, your stress, your problems. It’s in this room, in his chair, in his lap, in Joel’s home. And you’re finally safe. Finally able to breathe as long as you're in his arms. This is where you belong. With him.

He sinks his lips against yours. Soft, plush lips that coat you in love. You fall into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your fingers tangle through his tousled curls. He cups the back of your head, lips parting so he can slot his tongue between your teeth, dancing his tongue against yours as they seem to meld and form into one. And then it’s fire. Simmering, hot warmth that burns through your soul, leaving you completely breathless in the moment. It’s love, it’s always been love. And you stay like that for the entire morning as the sun slowly rises in the violet sky.

Joel is your home, your peace, your happiness, everything you have to live for. It’s Joel. And you finally feel that you’re home because you are.

Joel is home. Your safe, happily ever after. Joel.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #favorite authors

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keylimebeag · 7 days

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Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

#hall of fame #og post #og tumblr

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keylimebeag · 7 days

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JOEL MILLER FIC RECS

⇾ 18+ minors DNI, read at your own risk! ⇽

an appreciation to all my favourite writers out there you deserve all the love <3

Series

— Something To Fight For by @auteurdelabre | After a disastrous blind date you decide to stay away from the miserable Joel Miller forever...

— I Know Who You Are by @punkshort | A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long-term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

— The One You Need by @loliwrites | When you move into town hellbent on keeping everyone at arm’s length, your neighbour Joel finds his way into your life.

— By The Grit Of Sandpaper by @penvisions | An offhand comment from you inspires Joel to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed...

— I Wanna Be Your Lover by @shellshocklove | Miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor, you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?

— If The Door Wasn't Shut by @heartpascal | months of travelling with Joel and Ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.

— Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink | After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance.

— That's A Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic | When Tommy disappears in search of a better life with a promise to come back for you, his years of absence and the grief it leaves behind drives you and his brother closer together until the man you're sharing a bed and starting a family with is Joel Miller and not the one you always thought it would be.

One-Shots

— No Time To Die by @davosmymaster | The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

— White Lies by @poeticpascal | Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

— Saying Thanks by @vivwritescrappythings | Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesn’t even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joel’s decided he doesn’t like it.

— Soft & Sweet by @cavillscurls | You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.

— Who We Are by @gracieheartspedro | Being stuck on the road with an older guy you've been crushing on for ages won't be so bad, right? wrong. because he's been pining after you, too. and one of you will have to give in eventually.

— Warm Me Up by @tightjeansjavi | While on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.

— Love In the Time Of Cordyceps by @sameheart-sameblood | When the world ends, you promise you'll never love again. Joel Miller makes that rule hard to stick to.

— Puppy Love by @absurdthirst | You always follow Joel Miller around, you've got his back. You're in love with him. Putting up with Tess's nickname of puppy dog, you don't realize that Joel feels for you until the end.

— Light The Flame by @yeollie-plz | Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

— Best I Ever Had by @endlessthxxghts | Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.

— Make A Move On Me by @freelancearsonist | You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodelling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.

— Fire Walk by @motherofagony | A chance encounter at a motel has you crossing paths with a stranger in a blue t-shirt.

— Cry Baby by @psychedelic-ink | bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in Jackson. As the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of Joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.

#Joel miller fic recommendations

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keylimebeag · 7 days

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'i know who you are' masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

-or-

Joel has to make you fall in love with him all over again.

Series Warnings: smut MDNI (18+), post outbreak, language, angst, hurt/comfort, graphic depictions of violence, amnesia, slow burn, minor infidelity, smut - more warnings will be stated for each chapter

Status: in progress

I started a notifications blog in lieu of a taglist: @punkshort-notifs

1: the beginning

2: the journal

3: the accident

4: the others

5: the dinner

6: the fight

7: the week

8: the return

9: the end

Extras/Asks/BTS/Inspo:

Floor Plan

dividers by @saradika-graphics

#joel miller fanfiction #fic: I know who you are #favorite authors

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keylimebeag · 10 days

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you may as well call me Mufasa the way I’m hangin onto this cliff @mountainsandmayhem

Shhh…Just A Little More (Part Two)

DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader 18+

Part One here, but can be read as a stand alone.

Part Three (Spicy Version)

Part Three (Soft Version)

Masterlist

Summary: After giving your first spanking, you are deliciously turned on but still not ready to give into Joel’s request that you quit your job.

CW: edging kink, you don’t have to squint for it this time. Pet names, degradation kink, ddlg, sub/dom dynamics. Brat and brat tamer.

AN: this is for all my good girls, specifically @mermaidgirl30 who read this ahead of time and gave me the idea, and @lotusbxtch.

Quit my job? Fuuuuuuck that! If he thinks one little spanking, okay fine, one very hot spanking in a back alley is going to make me quit, he’s got his work cut out for him!

Joel had practicality lifted you by the belt loops before you headed back to work. The seam of the denim presses exactly where you need it. You won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know how turned on you are, you fight on trembling legs to get back into work. Once you’re inside, you slump against the closed door and yank at the hem of your shorts.

Fuck. I’m not quitting.

Your boss raises an eyebrow at you as you flatten your hair and head back out to your section. You’re not sure how long you were gone, but you’re positive it was more than your allotted 15 minutes.

If that grumpy old man got me fired he’ll regret the day he ever walked in here. Brat? I’m just getting started.

When 4 am rolls around you empty your bottle tray, wipe down your workstation and grab your tips. It was a great night with the bachelor party and in 4 short hours you made $850. It’s tempting to know what the strippers made, even if you promised yourself you wouldn’t do that.

As you exit the club, the cool night air stings against your denim-clad ass. You’re pretty sure you’ll have bruises. You glance over your shoulder at your thigh and your stomach sinks when you see his handprint is gone. You smirk to yourself that 200 of your 850 came from one drunk bachelor asking what happened and you replied with a flirty “My daddy said I was being a brat, but I like it rough.”

Thank you, Mister Miller. You think as you squeeze the wad of cash in your purse.

Just as you’re about to confirm your Uber, a truck slowly rolls up in front of you. “Get in the truck you little Masochist,” Joel’s deep voice washes over you and you bite your cheek to stop from smiling. Granted, he’d probably hate how much you’re loving this.

You hop into the truck and slam the door shut, yanking the seat belt on before crossing your arms across your chest and staring daggers out the windshield.

“You about done?” Joel scoffs, his voice laced with disappointment and why the fuck does that turn you on so much.

You don’t respond, keeping your eyes glued to the parking lot in front of you.

“Baby girl, if you think the silent treatment is going to work out well for you, you should think again.”

“You told my DAD on me, Joel. Then you spanked me and almost got me fired.”

Joel just scoffs as the truck comes to life. “But I did make two hundred dollars off the mark you left on my leg, so I guess I can thank you for that.”

Joel’s knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the secluded gravel highway that leads to your town from the city.

“You can complain but I can smell how wet you are right now from that spanking.”

You cross your legs and squeeze your thighs as a new surge of wetness coats your needy and fluttering pussy. Joel's hand comes across to stroke your knee. “Open your legs,” he says, hand trailing up your thigh lightly, the calluses of his fingers scraping your delicate skin.

You swallow hard, even though your mouth has gone dry. “No,” you turn your head to look out your window. Empty farmer's fields as far as the eye can see, an occasional sleeping cow in the distance.

“Say, cowboy.” He says flatly.

You turn to look at him, confusion splashes across your face, “what?”

The truck rumbles below you on the rough gravel. “If you want me to stop, say cowboy.”

You shake your head, laughing silently with no amusement. “No,” you turn back to look out the window, squeezing your thighs tighter as he tries to wiggle his thick fingers between your thighs.

“Then open those little legs for me. Let me feel how badly you’ve soaked through the denim,” he lets out a guttural moan as your thighs part and his finger grazes the soaked material at the apex. “I want to say that I’m sorry for leaving you like this, but you have been bad. Bad girls don’t get rewards.”

Joel has managed to keep his eyes completely focused on the road, but his words shoot straight through you and you buck into his hand, head falling back onto the headrest. You fight the moan that’s on the verge of filling the truck. He pulls off to the side of the road so he can watch you writhe as he traces up and down the seam of your destroyed shorts. The tiny brush of his fingers through the thick denim shouldn’t feel so good.

“Alright, baby,” he says, applying more pressure to your aching clit, “let’s play a little game, ok?”

You’re practically panting already, fire building in your gut. “Please, Mr Miller,” you say in a sweet moan, big doe eyes coming to meet his. You grip his wrist to try to keep him there.

“No, baby,” his voice is deep and calm as he pulls his fingers away, twisting out of your grasp. You cry out, whining as tears of frustration build along your lash line. “Bad girls don’t get rewards. Do you want to play a game?”

Your head falls back on the headrest, you’re so turned on that it feels like your skin is crawling and your pussy is burning. A big tear rolls from your eye to your hairline, but deep down you’re hoping he never lets you come so you can feel alive forever.

His hand comes up to wipe the tear, “Oh baby. Come here. I promise you’ll like the game.”

You unbuckle your seat belt and he helps you slide across the bench seat, twisting you around so you’re on his lap, back facing his door and legs stretched out across the seat.

“I need to come, Mr Miller.” You whine, tucking your face into his neck.

“Did you quit your job tonight?” His strong hand strokes a lazy pattern along your thigh.

“No,” you sniffle, a hand coming to wipe another tear away.

“Then you know I can’t be the one to make you come.” He kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment as he takes in your candy apple scent. “You smell so sweet, baby doll.”

“Can I make myself come?” You ask, hoping you’ve found a loophole as you snuggle in deeper. You’re trying too hard to break his restraint.

“That brings me to the rules of our game, if you want to play.”

You look up at him and smile. “I want to play if I get to come.”

He smirks and the dimple that forms on his cheek is almost enough to make you finish right there cuddled into his lap. You can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, so you grind your hips into him. “You’re not going to get that until you’ve shown to me that you can be my good girl.”

You stop wiggling on him and pull back to see his face, his eyes dance around yours and holy fuck is he beautiful in the dim lights of his truck dashboard. You lick your lips as your heart pounds behind your chest; this is so much more than a childhood crush.

“What’s the rules, Mr Miller?” You feel his cock twitch below you as you say his name. This is why he doesn’t like people calling him that, it’s reserved for very specific situations.

“I want you to take your shorts off, then sit that perfect little ass back on your side of the truck. You are going to play with yourself while I countdown from thirty. When I get to zero, you have to stop.”

“Am I allowed to come?” You ask sheepishly, cheeks pinking. This man spanked you in an alleyway about two hours ago yet you’re suddenly nervous to touch yourself in front of him.

“As long as you do it before I get to zero, and as long as you promise to say my name while you do.”

You draw a little cross over your heart as you say, “I promise, Mr Miller. I will. I’ll show you that I can be good.”

“Take off your shorts,” his voice is a deep whispered command. You stay in his lap as he watches you lean back against the door to unbutton your high-waisted bottoms. You arch your back, lifting your hips slightly to slide your shorts down your legs. Joel has to fight against himself from lifting you to his mouth and tasting your pussy. “So fuckin pretty. I’m going to ruin that little pink pussy one day.”

You gasp as his warm breath hits your cunt, with your hips raised he’s so close to your swollen clit and you swear you see his muscles tense to stop him from diving in.

“Get back in your seat. Turn so I can see you.”

As you settle into your seat, he flicks on the light above the dash. Warm orange light basks the cab of the truck. Outside the clouds are starting to part, and the sun is just barely waking up for the day.

“Drippin’ for me. Poor thing.” His brown eyes are almost blown out black with lust. You toe off your shoes, placing one socked foot on the seat and the other on the dash, spreading your knees apart as far as you can for him.

“Is this ok, Mr Miller?” You ask, hand caressing the soft skin of your thigh.

“Yes, baby. I’m going to start counting now,” he looks you up and down, a strong hand pushing your knee into the seat, the other has a death grip on the steering wheel.

“Thirty,” you eagerly bring your hand to your clit, using two fingers to rub tight fast circles and he already knows he has you. This is more of a mental game than a physical one. You don’t know that but he does; you won’t come if you’re that eager at the beginning.

“Twenty-nine,” you moan and close your eyes, reaching down to your right entrance to gather more of your slick

“Eyes on me, sweet girl. Twenty-eight,” he’s practically whispering as he watches you, focused on the movements of your hand and the way your body jerks when you hit your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“Twenty-seven,” Joel adjusts to get a better view, watching your pussy flutter under his attention.

“Twenty-six.”

“Oh god, Joel,” you whine. He’s counting too fast and you’re already overstimulated, you feel a sense of panic that you won’t be able to come before he’s done. The little bundle of nerves is so sensitive that you can barely touch it without whimpering so you slip two fingers inside yourself and your vision goes fuzzy. You were so deep in your head that the next number to leave Joel's plush lips shocks you.

“Fifteen,” the heat of his breath hits the inside of your thigh, when did he get so close?

“Fourteen,” you speed up, fucking yourself with your fingers faster, your other hand coming to your clit.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Keep going. Thirteen,” the sounds of fingers squelching fill the cab, you blink a few times to bring his handsome face back into focus.

God damn he’s gorgeous.

“Twelve. Time’s almost up,” you pout at him, your stomach sinking. There’s no way you’re going to finish in the next few seconds.

“Eleven,” you look so sexy right now that it’s nearly impossible for Joel to keep his hands to himself. He knows he can’t reward you right now, but he absentmindedly blows cool air toward your cunt.

“Ten, god you look so good right now. Pussy cryin’ for that orgasm.”

“I’m so close,” you huff through your frustration, pulling your fingers out and rubbing little circles slowly around your clit.

“Nine, better hurry,” he taunts, licking his lips as your arousal drips from your pussy and onto his seat.

“Eight….Seven….Six.”

Fuck, is he counting faster?

“Slower. Please,” you gasp, your body just on the edge of your release.

“Five,” you can feel the pressure behind your navel.

“Four,” you’re so close and if he gets to zero before you come you may cry.

“Three,” fuck you’re going to run out of time.

“Two,” you’re panting, desperately trying to make yourself come but it’s too much. The counting, the way he’s looking at you.

“One.” He says it with a fucking shit eating grin across his face. He knew you wouldn’t be able to finish.

“No, Mr Miller. Please! I need more. Please!” You plunge your fingers back inside yourself, so close.

“Zero,” he says darkly, gripping your wrists and pulling you away from your pussy. A string of arousal is the only thing keeping your fingers connected to your body.

You can’t stop it, the tears roll down your face and slam your legs together. “No, please. I’ll do whatever you want. Please!”

Joel does not say anything as he drops your wrists and holds up your shorts. He helps you get dressed as you beg him, “please, let me try again. I need it, Mr Miller.”

You’re practically sobbing. You’ve never been so aroused and in need of a release before. Once Joel has your shorts back on, he cups your chin in his hand, “come here, sweet pea.”

He helps you across the seat again, your legs are like jello and you wince as your needy pussy rests on his lap. Your head falls to the crook of his neck and you inhale his scent. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, Mr Miller. I’m sorry. What can I do?” Your lips brush along his pulse point and he fights a shiver. He can’t let you know his weak spots just yet.

“Don’t cry, baby girl. I’m going to take care of it soon. Okay?” You’re making this nearly impossible on him. He’s a good Dom, he has never given into what his Sub wants when they’re being punished. But you are slowly breaking him down.

“When? It really hurts,” you pout.

“I’m going to make you a deal,” his arms wrap around you tighter and some of your sexual tensions and frustrations ease. “We are going to tell your dad that you did not quit.”

You try to pull back and protest but he holds you against him. “Shhh…just listen. I will tell him that I stopped you from going there tonight and after we talked about it you’ve decided they were right.”

“I don’t want to quit,” you say with a sad sigh.

“I know,” he cranes his neck back and tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. “But you can’t keep goin’ there. You’re too good. Too pure.”

He’s being so tender and sweet, almost like he didn’t just leave bruises in the shape of handprints across your ass just a few hours ago. “I need to make money. I know they’re your friends but I can’t stay there anymore.”

“Baby,” he whispers sympathetically before placing a light kiss to your forehead. “What’s going on? You used to be such a good girl.”

“I just need out. They’re too controlling.” Somehow his soothing tone and soft eyes are making you even more aroused. You’re desperate for him to touch your body.

“You know you can always talk to me, darlin’.”

“No, I can’t,” you whisper, this is not how you expected your night with Joel to go. “You’re their friend.”

“And what happened in that alley tonight makes me your Dom, which means I care for you. Above all else.” You stare into each other's eyes as the morning sun crests, casting a pink glow around you both. His nose brushes yours and just as your lips go to touch, your phone rings loudly on the dash, ‘DAD’ splayed across the top. Joel’s stomach drops, the deal he planned to make with you completely gone from his head.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, grabbing your phone.

You nod, he kisses your lips lightly before putting his finger to his lips and then sliding to answer the phone.

Taglist:

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#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #favorite authors

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keylimebeag · 10 days

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A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 21

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Mine - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Monster!Joel

It's Hard - @toxicanonymity StepDad!Joel

Taste Her, Little Dove - @mountainsandmayhem MFF

Mister Miller: A Desperate Measure - @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts DDNE

The Beef - Joel Miller - @beefrobeefcal

Snap Out Of It - @vivian-pascal Dom!Joel

Rise - @sp00kymulderr

Hypothermia - @morallyinept GN!Reader

Clickbait - @morallyinept

My Protector - @morallyinept GN!Reader

Little Blue Pills - @morallyinept GN!Reader

Full - @morallyinept

Connection - @morallyinept

Cardigan - @always-andromeda

Saviour - @ozarkthedog

Nicest Thing Series - @schnarfer Neighbour!Joel

Not Home - @palioom

Just Peachy, Cry, Baby & Diehard - @gutsby

Ribbon - @aurorawritestoescape

A Glimpse Of Heaven - @ozarkthedog

Play Stupid Games - @strang3lov3

Ruthless & Surrender - @whatsnewalycat DDDNE Stepdad!Joel

Like Real People Do - @mrsmando

Owned & 911 - @milla-frenchy

Soil In The Lines Of Their Palms - @5oh5

Undone - @justagalwhowriteswrites

Oasis - @beardedjoel DBF!Joel

Begin Again - @sweetenerobert GN!Reader

One Bed - @frannyzooey

Mine, All Mine - @thetriumphantpanda

Intermezzo - @maggiemayhemnj

The Harder The Rain, The Sweeter The Sun - @proxima-writes

Should've Stayed Bored - @pedroshotwifey

Bloody Mess Series - @vivian-pascal Vampire!Joel

Red Bred Redemption - @romana-after-dark

Send Out The Morning Birds - @ghotifishreads Featuring Javi Gutierrez

Honey - @bdaycurse DBF!Joel

Save a Horse (Ride A Cowboy) - @yellowharrington

Make A Move On Me - @freelancearsonist

Dr Miller Mini Series - @endlessthxxghts Orthopedic Doctor Joel

Heavy Rain - @lunitawrites

Love At First... Light - @goodwithcheese

San Angelo - @macfrog

My, My, Such A Sweet Surprise - @mermaidgirl30

The Depths We Devour Series - @whxtedreams Gothic Horror Detective!Joel

Ahórcame, Papí - @marisferasiop Featuring Ezra & Frankie Morales MxMxM

#joel miller fanfiction #Joel miller rec list

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keylimebeag · 12 days

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Heavy Rain - a Joel Miller one shot

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

rating: explicit

summary: It´s been raining for weeks when Joel finds you curled up on his couch.

warnings: reader struggles with mental health (please note that this is not based on any scientific diagnosis of a mental illness, it is coming from my experience struggling with my own mental health), crying, smut (PiV), heavy emotions

a/n: This is for @undercoverpena´s April Showers Challenge. You can find the rest of the works under the #UndercoverAprilShowersChallenge tag.

word count: 850

The rain feels heavy on Joel's shoulders as he arrives home that evening. It's not unusual for the Texan spring to be this wet, but this time the rain stretches over weeks, painting the blue spring skies grey, soaking the dusty terrain until it turns into mud under his shoes.

His house is cold, almost feels damp as the walls soak up the never-ending rain. You are lying on his couch, only lit by the fluorescent light of the muted TV, displaying commercials, long forgotten by its audience.

He can hear your quiet sobs from across the room. He knows you noticed him, but you don´t turn, just pull your blanket tighter around your chin. He walks then, slow steps towards you, seemingly afraid that he might startle you if he moves faster.

You are silent now as the back of his knuckles brush on your cheeks. I know, he whispers into the darkness, not even sure if you can hear him.

He goes into the kitchen then, quietly closing the door behind him, when he is sure it won't bother you, he flicks on the lights. Half eaten cereal and a bottle of wine, only missing a glass from the burgundy liquid. Your journal lies open on the dinner table, its pages blank. He closes that first and then slowly and meticulously puts everything in order. He heats up soup from the freezer, puts on a kettle of water to boil.

When the kitchen is in order, he puts the soup and mint tea on a tray and returns to the living room. He places it on the coffee table in front of you. You open your eyes and give him the faintest of your smiles. A smile almost just to mask your lips trying to curl down, your eyes ready to cry. You sit up, the material of the blanket bunching around your waist, revealing the stained t-shirt you are wearing. You seem embarrassed for a moment when you notice and pull the blanket up to your chin again.

He offers you the soup then. He would feed you, but he is sure you would never let him do that. You take the bowl in your hands, lacing your fingers around it, enjoying the warmth radiating from the ceramic.

He leans back besides you, taking your calves and placing them over his lap, his hands drawing slow, mindless circles on your bare skin. Both of you stare at the muted TV in silence, none of you bothered enough to look for the remote to change the volume.

You put the bowl down as you finish and curl up again on the couch, removing your calves from Joel's lap. He can see tears in the corners of your eyes again, threatening to overflow and paint wet stripes on your cheeks. You swipe them away with the heel of your palms and squeeze your eyes shut. You hold your breath to keep yourself from crying.

Joel curls behind you, his whole body hugging yours. Breath, his mouth is on your ear, leaving a small kiss on the shell of your ear. So you do, let the air flow into your lungs. You keep it in for a few seconds and let it out slowly, feeling your tears escape your body the same time the air does.

You take his hand and press it against your chest, squeezing yourself impossibly close to him. The rain is still drip-drip-dripping on the windows, a monotonous sound that you cannot escape. I want it to end, you breathe and you both know you are not referring to the rain.

He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in. You can feel his length hardening against the curve of your ass. He mumbles an apology and adjusts his position so that your bodies are no longer touching.

No, please, you push yourself back again, make love to me. The urge to have him inside you takes over your body. You push your underwear down, kick it off with your legs, and then reach behind to remove his jeans too. You hear his quiet hey, baby, stop; but your only answer is the squeaky pleas that are falling from your lips, landing straight at the bottom of his spine.

He takes his cock out, fully hard now, propping it to your entrance and entering you with one swift motion. You moan in unison at the feeling, his hands holding you close, splayed out on your stomach.

He fucks you then, no rush in his movements, peppering small kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders. He mewls quietly in your ear every time he fills you up. He does not stop until your body tenses around him, pleasure ripping through your tired body. When he comes, it is with a soft groan buried in your neck.

At least now I have something in me that I love, you whisper. The rain has stopped now, the only dripping sounds are his tears landing on the bare skin of your chest.

Thank you so much for reading!

#well now I’m a mess #this is beautiful #joel miller fanfiction

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